Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.